I don't want to take a chance that something might happen, so I'm not running this morning. It was almost noon when she started to dress for her speec.... She wore a simple black jacket and pants even in the 95degree weather. It was what they expected, I could almost hear her saying. The civic center was filled with left wing nuts, who propose the same shit the so called backward south had a hundred years ago. The benevolent company town. Except they wanted to transform it to the government's. "Yes?" she said into it with her fake accent. Melissa kissed Juan and returned to the car."Who's that scary man?" asked Sophie."Juan's a sweetie unless he's required not to be," Melissa explained."Bodyguard?"Melissa smiled mysteriously, "Something like that." Shall we go in?" Patience, love. Are you sick of my company already?"Sophie smiled and chuckled. "Never. When did she start stripping?" Pretty much after Paris last year. She'd sneak off to amateur nights at alcohol free clubs with a fake. What a thing that would have been right before Brandi's wedding. What have I become, Marge?" I asked rhetorically."A man that can, and will, take care of his family and friends," answered Marge softly. "And that is a very good thing!"I slept soundly for what seemed a very short time. I woke to a pounding on my door. I looked at the clock and saw it was almost eight AM. Without thinking, I walked sleepily to the door and opened it, dressed only in my boxers."Dad, we were wondering if you wanted. A quick look and saw they were far from ejaculating so she closed her eyes and moaned softly along with them. She couldn’t take the stick in her cunt any longer and replaced it with her middle finger shoved it into her wet pussy while her thumb flicked her clitoris as she came; a loud scream of delight came from her lips. She fell to her knees completely weakened from the exhausting orgasm. Looking up terrified expecting to see the boys looking at her she let out a sigh of relief---they were.